#fenixtj

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"So, you got a furking plan ?" necropsis asks Tweak

"Yeah, cuz that fuckin' sound like me, right? Havin' a plan? Riiiight." Tweak sneers as she finishes diapering Shuri. She sighs. "I gonna step up to Bitch-face, tell 'er to give it back. That don' work, I...resort t' th' big guns."

"What caliber?" Nec puts away the powder

"I be thinkin' B-sized. An'...then upward. Big-B. But I don' wanna hafta do that." A frown. "I need witnesses when I go talk t' Bianci. Greasemonkey...need a boggan crafter. Want you there....so somebody gotta watch baby-girl here." Rebuckling the baby's overalls.

"Hey, I ain't leaving our baby wit just anyone, I seen dat life time movie week crap, day always blame the man for evertyhing...baby gets Ebola they blame the dad"

"No shit. Damn...well...maybe Moony?"

"Fine, but if Shuri turn into a squire of House Peekypants don't come bitching to me"

"Our girl be too fuckin' smart for that shit...an' Moony better be smart 'bout it, too."

Nec nods "Kay, just so you know. I got your ass..nobody plows it but me, literal figurative, subjective, and so on, and Franz and Bianci already groped more than I like. "

"No shit, I been feelin' all kinds o' felt up, an' not th' fun way." She picks up the baby and plops her on a shoulder. "Le's go find Moony."

They go looking for the mooney